Mindsinger

No one has seen nature as it was created since Adam and Eve. Fragile beauty and sweeping grandeur are reflections of nature’s intended glory but we see them dimly as through unwashed windows. Even an unwashed window cannot completely block the sunlight, so the purpose of God’s creation cannot be denied.

Creation sings a sad and broken song to its Master now. But the Meadowlark still calls from its weed-choked fields and the mountains still rise in majestic splendor from the pollution of the earth. Jesus told the Pharisees who rebuked the praise of his disciples, “If they keep silent, the very stones will cry out!”

How do the stones cry out, the mountains break forth in praise or the trees clap their hands? We smile at the Psalmist’s comparisons, yet someday we will walk in God’s eternity, in total harmony and communication with all of life. Every atom and molecule will sing with joy around and in us, and the Christ who holds all things together will be visible throughout the whole of Heaven and earth.

We will stand upon an earth redeemed and renewed, as a song of praise sounds across the universe! Until that time we must listen carefully and in great reverence for those songs still sung; for birdsong, the cry of a newborn child, a flower blooming on a garbage heap. Listen for the harmony, and praise him when you find it. You have found creation still loving God in spite of us.

Father, Mighty God, star-walker, you who wear the Heavens as your robe, thank you for letting us know how infinitely precious we are in your sight.

Amen